But what if you still had a chance?

What if you found out you have no much time to live?
What if you got in the end of lifetime and looked back just to notice you didn’t make it worth?
What if you knew you could be happier if you wanted to?
What if you thought you had already been, but you simply were not?
What if you got repented for being repented too late?
What if you couldn’t get back to change the past and not being able to have a future as well?
But what if you still had a chance?
What if the salvation was not a rescue from Hell, but the chance to make all that life worth forever?
What if the salvation was not just physical, but the privilege of making the repentance to work even too late?
What if the salvation was not a dogma, a theory or a word, but the changing of an illusive past happiness to a definitive wiping of tears and complete peace?
What if you couldn’t see anything but darkness?
What if you just couldn’t achieve that?